Various medical authorities swarm in and out of here predicting I have between two days and two months to live. I think they are guessing. I remain cheerful and unimpressed. I look forward without dogmatic optimism but without dread. I love you all and I deeply implore you to keep the lasagna flying.
Please pardon my levity, I don't see how to take death seriously. It seems absurd.
I didn't always agree with his ideas or choices of terminology, but to deny his influence would be a terrible lie.
First Hunter, now RAW. How long until all the influences are gone? Time to make some new ones.